but my soul stands still.
Does my soul stand at all,
or is it only buried beneath a grave?
My heart weeps for you!
I know you're somewhere,
but that doesn't mean you're here.
I'll come running through the graveyard
just to feel the warmth of a memory.
So distant from the moon,
yet somehow, it's God's glow.
I'll lay myself down on the dead grass,
and forget the brightest shades of green.
Why can't I see you?
Does my absence hurt you?
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